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Saturday, 25 June 2016

Soon be Monday

Say what you like about David Cameron – and I am as
guilty as anybody of slagging the man off in recent weeks – but his measured,
if delayed, reaction to the glorious news was exactly right. He blamed nobody,
threatened nothing and sucked it up to say it was time now to regroup, rebuild
and get back to business. He was also honest enough to understand the mood in
much of the country and step down gracefully. The time for fighting is over.

What a shame millions of others could only wallow in
their cosseted, wished-for misery. The level of whining butt-hurt out there
yesterday was off the scale. And as it was already at a cosmic level
beforehand, that was fuckwittery from an alternative universe. Having ramped up
the fear and hatred over the last few months how dare the sky not fall in? It
was as if they were demanding their homes be invaded by jack-booted
Stormtroopers to evict their freezing cold babies into the streets and
disappointed that no immigrants had been herded into cattle trucks to be
deported... via the ‘showers’.

The BBC did its best to help. In every news bulletin it
was reported that the economy had tanked, that it had ‘plunged’ over a cliff
and the pound was now worth less than a Weimar Republic mark in 1924. Such
cataclysmic reporting had its own momentum, like a supertanker trying to change
course; when both Sterling and the FTSE bounced back to show relatively modest changes on the day this went almost entirely unreported, so generation snowflake continued
to rend garments, gnash teeth and look for somebody to blame.

In the Labour Party the fault was that of Jeremy Corbyn
and his fellows lined up to stab him in the front for somehow telepathically
causing former Labour core voters to embrace the hate and become racist
Faragistas. Nicola Sturgeon lost no time in pointing out that, just as in
sports, Scotland hated England so much they would support foreign rule from any
other source. And across the world, from luvvies in Los Angeles to irrelevant, forgotten tax
exiles in tropical climes berated the people who live in cold, wet Britain for exercising their democratic
right.

But most of all it was ‘the old people’ who took the
flak. The old people whipped the rug out from under the country’s youth and
condemned generations to penury. It was the old people, who fought wars and
rebuilt the country and lobbied for workers’ rights that, having taken advantage
of all they had gained, now wanted to pull up the rope ladder after them. It
was the vicious, nasty, bitter and twisted old people that want to turn Britain
into Nazi Germany. No, really. What makes it all the more delicious is that
fully 75% of the 18-25 year olds who are whining about the old people denying
them their promised future didn’t even bother to turn out and vote... and of
those who did vote, a third of them voted for Brexit.

Man up, snowflake!

But the weekend will come and go. The celebration
barbecues will be had, or the wakes will be held and there will be some thick
heads in the morning. Then, on Monday it will be business as usual, except for
one thing. The future is now entirely in your hands. Embrace what is and stop
mourning for the illusion that was. And while the rest of Europe is having its
own long dark nights of the soul and the inevitable decline of the EU hastens,
be glad that we are on the outside, roll up those sleeves and start digging for
victory.